Well, anyhow, Flop Ear had his fire going, and the potatoes were roasting in the hot leaves, and he had the salt all ready to eat on them. As he came running back to the blaze, out of the shadows stepped someone, and a voice said:
"Ah ha! Good evening! I was wondering who had made this good fire for me."
"I--I did," said Flop Ear, "but I didn"t make it for you. I made it for us."
"Never mind, it will do very well for me," went on the voice. "It will save me the trouble of kindling one to roast my pork sausage and chops--I mean you!" exclaimed the voice.
Flop Ear gave a jump, and looked more closely at the figure in the shadow by the fire. And then he saw that it was a big, bad old fox, with a fuzzy tail.
"Oh! Oh!" gasped the little piggie boy. "You don"t mean that, do you; that you"re going to roast me!"
"Exactly what I"m going to do," replied the fox, and he caught hold of Flop Ear. "We will wait until the fire is a little hotter," he said.
Oh, how poor Flop Ear did try to get loose, but he couldn"t because the fox held him too tightly. And the fire got hotter and hotter, and the little piggie boy was hoping that Curly Tail and the other animal boys would come back in time to save him, but he could neither see nor hear anything of them.
"I guess I"m going to be roasted!" he cried. "Oh, if Uncle Wiggily were only here. Or even Grandpa Squealer!"
"Ha! No one will come to save you!" snarled the bad fox, and just then, what do you think? Out from the fire rolled some of the potatoes Flop Ear was roasting for his friends. Out rolled two big potatoes, and the fox, seeing them, exclaimed:
"Ha! What have we here? Something good to eat, I should say," and he smelled the baked potato. "Oh Yum yum!" he cried, and he smacked his lips. "That will go most excellently with roast pork. I think I will eat one, and then I"ll put you on the fire to cook," he said to Flop Ear.
The little piggie boy didn"t say anything, but he felt very bad. And the fox, holding him with one paw, took up a roasted potato in the other, and cracked it open with his teeth.
And then--!
Well, you know how hot roast potatoes are, just out of the oven, I dare say. This one, from Flop Ear"s bonfire, was even hotter. It was just roasting hot, and the fox had bitten into it.
"Oh, wow!" cried the fuzzy creature. "Oh, double wow, and some ice cream cones! Oh, pepper casters! Oh, mustard! Oh, my mouth, how it burns! And my paws!"
And then he had to let go of Flop Ear, and run to the brook to get a drink of cold water--that fox did--because the hot potato burned his mouth so, but I guess it served him right.
Anyhow, Flop Ear was free, and the next minute along came Curly Tail and all the other animal boys, and then of course the bad fox had to run away and put cold cream on his tongue. Flop Ear told all that had happened, and then the bonfire was made bigger than ever, and when the roast potatoes were cool they all ate some, and had a fine time.
So, that"s all now, but in the next story, in case the pear doesn"t fall off the apple tree and hit the ragman on the nose, I"ll tell you about Flop Ear and the skate wagon.
STORY XXVII
FLOP AND THE SKATE WAGON
One morning Flop Ear, the little piggie boy, awakened in his bed of straw, and said:
"I don"t feel very well today."
"I wish I didn"t, too," spoke Curly Tail.
"Why?" asked his brother in surprise. "I"m not fooling. Honestly, I don"t feel well. Do you want to be sick, too?"
"Just a little bit," answered Curly Tail. "Just sick enough so as not to have to go to school."
"Oh, that"s so!" exclaimed Flop Ear. "There is school today. I thought it was Sat.u.r.day, and I was sorry I didn"t feel well, but now---"
Well, as it happened it was Friday, instead of Sat.u.r.day, and, of course, there was school. But when Mrs. Twistytail heard that Flop Ear did not feel well, she said:
"Perhaps you had better not go today. Just lie abed and maybe you will be better by afternoon."
So Curly Tail had to go to school alone, and he felt rather lonesome, and Flop Ear stayed at home, just like the little pig in the story.
But pretty soon, oh, I guess about 10 o"clock, when it was too late to go to school, Flop Ear got out of bed and said:
"I don"t feel quite so badly now, mother. Maybe if I go out in the air, I"ll be all well."
"All right," she said, and there was a funny little twinkle in her eyes. "But first you must take some castor oil, and then I will be sure you will be better," she added.
Then Flop Ear wished he had gone to school, whether he felt well or not, but there was no help for it; he had to take the castor oil.
After it was down--and it wasn"t much fun swallowing it, let me tell you--after it was down, Flop Ear walked out in the street sort of slow and thoughtful-like, and wished he had someone to play with, or something to do.
"It isn"t so much fun staying home as I thought it would be," he said. Just then, in an ash barrel, he saw one roller skate. It was pretty well battered and worn, but the four wheels of it were good yet, and Flop Ear, as he took it out and knocked the ashes from it, said:
"Ha! One roller skate. Now if I had two I might have some fun, and forget about the castor oil."
"You can have fun with one roller skate," said a voice behind the little piggie boy, and turning, Flop Ear saw Uncle b.u.t.ter, the goat gentleman, just coming back from having delivered all his milk.
"How can you have fun with one roller skate?" asked Flop Ear.
"By making a skate wagon," said the goat gentleman. "I saw some boy animals up in Roseville playing on them yesterday, and I"ll tell you how to make one. First, you have to have a box, a long, narrow board, a stick and some nails and string."
"I can get all those!" exclaimed Flop Ear, and he did. Then Uncle b.u.t.ter took the roller skate apart at the place where it slid together to be made smaller or larger. Right apart he took it, and there were two wheels on one part and two on the other.
The goat gentleman used the string to fasten two wheels on one end of the long narrow board and two wheels on the other end. Then he nailed the box on the front end of the board, right over the front wheels, and on top of the box he nailed the stick for a handle, just as on a bicycle, only this handle was straight and not curved.
"There is your skate wagon," he said to Flop Ear. "You take it to some street that runs down hill and you start at the top. Stand up on the board, near the box, and lean against it so you won"t fall off. Take hold of the handles, and then push yourself off. Down the hilly street you will roll on the skate wheels, just like a coaster wagon."
"Fine!" cried Flop Ear, as he thanked Uncle b.u.t.ter. Then he ran to the top of a hilly, smooth street to try his skate wagon.
He stood up in the middle of the long narrow board, took hold of the handles on top of the box, and steadied himself. Then, with one foot he gave himself a good push, and down the hill he went as fast as anything, making a noise just like a real roller skater boy only louder.
"Oh, this is great!" he cried as he reached the bottom of the hill, and ran back for another coast down it. Then Flop Ear forgot all about being sick, and he had lots of fun riding on his skate wagon, so you see that even one roller skate may be good for something.
Well Flop Ear was just going to coast down the hill for about the forty-"leventh time when, all of a sudden, he heard a voice calling:
"Save me! Save me! Oh, help me!"
He looked around and there he saw a poor old lady cat being chased by a bad dog that had once caught Uncle b.u.t.ter to pull out his horns. The lady cat was running as fast as she could with her tail all swelled up like a bologna sausage.
"Save me from the bad dog!" she cried.